Tuesday, July 26, 2011

The Changing Color

The color of the rolling hills
Is changing as the seasons pass.
The stalks of corn which once were green
Are joined by gold;
Emerging tassels all throughout
Are dappling vistas with their hue.
With wonder giv'n by God above
I soak it in.
What wondrous love it is to give
Such beauty to his sons below.
How glorious to make such art
Provision's field.
A glorious yield.


devangini said...

Loved your style...strikes a chord similar to mine. very unique and different! liked it a lot


W.B. Picklesworth said...

Thank you Debz. The best part is one of farmers stopped by last night with some sweet corn for my family.